At a young age, Elsa's parents realized how special she really was. They'd ben in a council meeting when it happened. The nanny hadn't realized Elsa had woken from a nap. At the time, little Elsa was impatient and when the nanny came in, the child's room was covered in snow and ice etchings covering the walls and crib. The mobile chimed sweetly as icicles clanged together and fat soft snowflakes fell the cloudless ceiling. Elsa giggled at the sight but the nanny panicked, fearing a witch and ran for the King and Queen.
When they finally arrived, followed by guards, they were greeted by a wintery scene in the midst of a summer. It was then that they knew that their lives would not be easy.
By five, Elsa had amazing control over her powers, though she had a bit of trouble when she was upset or tired or angry or hurt. And she'd been more than a little upset to find out that she was going to be a sister. Elsa liked being the only child. She sat in her room, her back to the door, crying as her parents tried to force open the frozen door.
"Elsa… Darling… Please open the door," her mother tried, her voice gentle but to no avail. Together, her mother and father pleaded with the young girl, trying to get into her room. Her mother finally tried, "Do you want to build a snowman?" Elsa gasped and started to stand, grinning but then froze. She didn't want to give up this easily.
"Do I get to name her?" Elsa's voice was stubborn and petulant and that made her mother laugh. Her mother's tinkling laugh, like icicles, made the ice melt in her heart and Elsa unfroze the lock on the door. Gently, she opened the door, kneeling with her arms open to receive her precious ice princess.
"Yes, my darling, you can. Now, let's go build that snowman." The Queen took her ice princess' hand and together they headed outside to build Olaf, who liked warm hugs.
A tiny Anna stared up at Elsa, large sea-blue eyes curious even at the age of five months.
"She's very boring," Elsa said, pulling away from the cradle. "When do I get to play with her?"
"Not for a while, Elsa. But because the two of you are sharing a room, you have to be careful. Anna's not like you, she's not magic. She can get hurt and sick if she gets too cold. Be careful around her." Her mother's words sunk into her and never left her.